Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burkina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.